If the last week of insane knittiness has taught me anything it is that cheaps needles are utter shit. I have at times questioned whether it was worth the gazillion dollars I paid for a set of Knit Picks but holy fricking hell, yes. Undoubtedly. Yes.
I also hate flat needles. With a passion.
I’m a circulars girl for knitting flat or round.
Glad we got that sorted!
The kid asked to knit last night. It was freaking awesome. The last few times she has shown any inclination she’s been a bit on the uncoordinated side… and I’ve been on the gumby side as far as teaching goes… but last night we managed a good few minutes before she gave up. And she’s actually pretty good! Yusssss.
So what I really came to say is…
Come to the exhbition opening damnit! Nanageddon. Do it.
Thursday night at Roar Gallery… cnr of Cuba and Able Smith (above Real Groovy) in Wellytown from 5-7pm.
I hear there is good blue cheese… and if you don’t like blue cheese, you could always come for the art?
P.S. After the exhibition craziness calms down I have an assignment due. Oh yaaaaaaaaaay. Who’s STUPID idea was it to go back to study!?!?!? I’m distinctly unenthused.